Post by The Folks @ TanneryWhistle.com on Sept 30, 2003 11:06:40 GMT -5
My grandmother used to scare me half to death by telling me a lurid tale of a woman who drowned her baby in the spring in our front yard. Then, when I would be alone in the house at night, she would go out in the yard and cry like a baby. She was good, too.
When I started reading Joseph Campbell and Irish folklore, I found that the world was full of drowned babies. The bridges that are haunted by evil spirits in Arthurian legend were a lot like the Cope Creek bridge that I was afraid to cross at night because of the stories about the "thing" that lived under it. The Cherokee demon, the Raven Mocker, has much in common with the Europoean vampire and the Russian witch, Baba Yagi, could easily be a sister to the Cherokee Spearfinger. Like Joseph Campbell says, all over the world, we are telling the same stories.
I'm content to enjoy the stories for themselves, but I certainly would like t provoke a bit of discussion here. If we are telling the same stories with different names and clothes, why do we do this? Where did the stories come from? Why are there over 700 versions of Cinderella?
Post by Gary Carden on Oct 27, 2004 21:32:47 GMT -5
Well, the big Random House book, "The Appalachians: America's First and Last Frontier" is out and it has a "drowned babe" story in it form West Virginia. This is an impressive book, and LO AND BEHOLD, I am in it (two stories and a bunch of paintings). It (the book) is scheduled to become a PBS special this spring - one of those four hour, two night affairs. I'm curious to see if I make it to the PBS version. Gary